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Songs and lullabies of yours still echo in my ears
Hands that caressed me, the soft touch still lingers
And your cheer ups helped me to move on, dear
Never ever you let me remain sad and in tears
To you I used to turn when I was treated unfair
In your absence but, I felt quite overawed, I swear
Mother! You are still etched in my memories
You are ensconced in heart’s golden reveries
May you also be blessed and rest in peace
Oh dear! We pray and wish you get solace
Times cannot tear a loving silhouette apiece
Happy Mothers’ Day, our love does not cease
Else I would have drowned in depth of seas
Remain you will, my life’s firm centerpiece
SHANTI (My Mother's name; it means peace)
02.04.2015
Sometimes folks will go and pity us,
“Come out of your shell!”they always cry,
forgetting that it you do that to a turtle
the poor beast is going to die.
But still some folks insist they try.
Introversion, they never truly understand,
better to sleep on nails then have a hundred friends!
But they never realize they need us,
that we see what slips their view.
Hell, if anything, we see too much,
it’s why we need time away from you!
To sort out perception into truth.
A loner’s mind finds this no travail,
as they always say: God is in the details.
You read, and enjoy the movie screens,
they bring escape from weary days,
but to create all that you need someone
not afraid to sit with just their brain,
and daydream the hours away.
When they strike upon an amazing thing,
it fascinates the millions, makes the heart sing.
You like your phones and gadgets,
they’re a centerpiece of your life,
but what went into making them work
were the inwardly-focused running rife,
given the space to push and strive.
Using the kind of math most never learn,
they connected billions, for better or worse.
The music that inspires millions
came from Beethoven’s maddened mind.
But in person he was a sonuvabitch,
not the type who’d show you a good time,
downright unpleasant, most would find.
But I think many more would be annoyed
to live a life without the Ode to Joy.
Some others would not understand
that the science we take for fact
came mostly from a half-mad loner,
utterly bereft of taste or tact.
All These things Isaac Newton lacked.
Yet when that crazy bastard focused within
the age of modern science did truly begin.
In some ways it makes no sense,
to try and explain the way we are.
The outgoing cannot understand it,
to them it’s a step too far
to slink away when you could be a star.
Just keep in mind the next time you mock,
without us you’d all still be banging rocks.
An English country garden
so evocative of times gone by
recalling all the many plants
lovingly sown by Granny and I
Majestic Lupins and Hollyhocks
so tall they almost touched the sky
Lily-of-the-Valley and Forget-me-nots
tiny flowers loved by Granny and I
London Pride and Morning Glories
no longer taking pride of place
pretty Violas and Pansies
velvet petals with a sweet smiley face
Old fashioned Roses
their beauty was sublime
such a heavenly fragrance
belonging to another time
Today our plants are brash and loud
as they try to make a statement
delicate beauty disallowed
no fragrance wafting like a cloud
Precious memories returning
of a Granny I loved so
together gathering fragrant blooms
we’d tie them with a satin bow
Perfecting a fragrant posy
a centerpiece for our table
precisely at the stroke of three
Granny and I enjoyed afternoon tea
Written 15th October 2018
3rd PLACE
Contest CHOICE Flower Verse
Sponsor Brian Strand
"As we be, so we are. As we are,
so we become. We be, to become."
Quote by _Unseeking Seeker
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Forgiving is just letting go,
of feelings and thoughts and the hurt;
and resentment_ so you can grow !
It dwells, swirls and twirls in your heart,
forgive them and make pain depart !
It will take a process and time,
as from your revenge you must climb !
Forgiveness is not a pardon,
but, it will make your life sublime;
and your own soul will not harden !
Connect with your spirit and find great peace,
be water yielding as it softly flows;
and make forgiveness your life centerpiece !
Live a Taos life and see how your life slows;
don't build walls but tall bridges from all woes !
Be kind, instead of always right,
embrace harmony in your life;
send to the world peace, love and light !
Be kind instead of always right,
let go and live in the sunlight.
Time to remove that bitter knife !
Be kind, instead of always right,
embrace harmony in your life !
"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds
on the heel that has crushed it."
Quote by _Mark Twain
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May 27, 2021
Poetry/Dizain/Quintain/Triolet/A Bridge Called Forgiveness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1358-476-27
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Forgiveness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/29/2021
Fourth Place
In the bosom of compassion
In the comfort of the home
We will gather with our families
And will see how they have grown
On the table there is always a cornucopia of treats
A centerpiece that’s fully blooming
A selection of tasty sweets
While outside the foliage’s glowing
And emotions, it evokes
Inspiration that is growing
Magnificence, it does invoke
It is time to offer blessings
It is time to appreciate
As this holiday is vital
And we need to celebrate
So in sum, we bestow honor
And festivities embrace
On this day of commemoration
It holds for us a special place - By Alona Perlin.
"I thought this poem had wonderful imagery and embraced fall, as well as the celebration of Thanksgiving in its content. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and I tried to capture the warmth and glory of this holiday in this poetic form"
*** A DAISY TALE ***
A single, wild, tiny daisy
Less than a thumbnail in size, swaying side to side
In the slight, burning whiffs of a summer’s breeze,
Growing out from next to the house,
From the corner where the front and side
gray, stone walls of the house meet.
She climbs her way on out fron beneath a thick, brambly
Weed-Bush that is quite hell-bent on strangling
Any beauty growing in its proximity, and between
Whose many snappy twigs, the wild daisy had grown, sprouting
Her skinny stem up from the gravelly dirt, to rise, threading
Through the Weed Bush’s many twig limbs, until she cleared
Out above it, to be now taller than the house’s front stoop, onto
Which it takes three steps to stand. And, bobbing close to
Which she now gloried — near no others of her kind — alone —
With only five leaves sticking out from her stem
And showing off her golden center, smaller
Than the nail of a newborn baby’s pinky finger; leaves and flower angled
To face the sun: their light…her direction, in that moment,
Noon-centered overhead in the cerelean blue, July sky. Tiny, stalwart
Wild daisy, without fragrance (except perhaps to bees);
With her several minute white petals, sized
Like the absolute tips of toothpicks. The eptome of dainty.
Delicate, delightful. Perfect for a child’s braided
Daisy chain, if only there were more there of her;
Or a lovely pick for a dining table bouquet centerpiece
If only she were very, very much larger…Still,
She’d reached her fated height, standing proudly straight,
Just beyond the shadows laying across the yard,
Showing the peaks of some nearby giant pines,
Who always joined with her to hum Mother Nature’s dusk lullabies
While the listening heavens smiled.
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This is a Narrative poem form, (with the daisy possibly
being a metaphor for someone you know?)
(c) sally young eslinger 6/19/2023
Thanks be to God
in contrast to
what she believes
It is a feeling that what
was composed was created
to cause those who feared
being alone to
always wonder how certain levels
of romantic intimacy could be
achieved in a modern world
which depicts men
as evil
then someone spoke of the types of women
the fellow longed after.
those who wish never to be coupled
or those who would be in opposition of him
because of his gender.
than they'd refer to him as the obstacle in
a supposed togetherness.
or does she make excuses to
have her life spoken of in segments.
times which she can refer
to from one point to another.
than why does she speak of him as the obstacle:
when she never intended to
keep or maintain an active life
with him as the centerpiece.
instead she'd have him beg and and be unreal
in the deals of their togetherness.
You caught my eye, a delicate rose budding in the garden
And like the proverbial bee...
I pursued love's blossoming flower.
Sunny days helped the bloom to grow
Nurtured by the warmth of hearts close together...
Sharing the sprinkles of kisses, laughter, and good times.
Matured in the ceremony of becoming one
We joined ever so completely in God's infinite plan...
The new seedling planted for tomorrow.
Now the bloom has taken form
Beautiful as ever, it remains the most precious of flowers...
Around which we have adorned the centerpiece of our time together.
In my book of life, your love is carefully pressed between the pages
Each petal exquisitely preserved...
Like the day you caught my eye.
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Inside silent museum halls
behind glass they rest.
Fogged by our own breath, they reside--
the things we never said.
The curator preserves the almost-was,
each artifact dusted with the breath
of words we swallowed whole.
Exhibit A: The unsigned love letter,
its ink dissolved to ghostly stains~
the envelope still warm, the words still fresh.
Exhibit B: A child’s unfinished question,
lodged like a fossil in his throat.
Beside it, the father’s reply~
a shadow stretched too late across the floor.
Exhibit C A woman’s rage, polished
to a fine, decorative sheen.
The plaque reads Patience,
though the cracks suggest otherwise.
Exhibit D: The Mirror
Visitors pause, then quickly walk past.
It reflects nothing but the weight
of all the words swallowed whole.
Last, the centerpiece—a hollow bell,
cast from every I’m fine that ever rang
true enough to draw blood.
We pay our fees, we nod, we leave,
carrying relics we’ll never display.
The museum grows, and no one retrieves
what they came there to say.
Hot December with excitement in the air.
Parties, new dresses and meals; a treat so fair!
Most special is my last born’s birthday.
Minute monitoring of decoration’s detail
And fussing over final dressing of cocktail.
Majestic table stands with a centerpiece;
Tempting cake covered with colorful candy.
Girl of the day, all blushed, stands proudly!
Mobiles click amidst hilarious comments,
Candles blowing and ceremonious cutting of cake;
A start to the feast, while aside waits sizzling steak!
Champagne flows bubbling in slim glasses;
Toast to a radiant girl; happiness in transience.
A shriek! Suffices to break party’s ambience.
Daughter stares, transfixed in action, at her coupe;
Giant cockroach perched on the rim, about to whoop!
Wings flutter; lo! Her glass flows to land on a head.
Others duck, and screams overcome music soft.
Commonsense dawns, husband searches, ready to boff
While I rushed to turn tablecloth over delicacies.
It has to be killed; a task demanding efficacies.
Yuck! It lands on the white linen, unsure, ….what a dread!
Husband holds cushion, on the point to have it smashed
When a brave one grabs it; in the toilet, it goes flushed!
25/02/17
Contest 'An Unwanted Guest' by Shadow Hamilton
Judged 4/03/17 - placed 7 out of 10